You tore it down for your gain
Time bore trust stripped away
Sure spoken words left dead in the dirt
Waiting, yearning to be proven untrue
I am the olive branch left withering
Rotting as spite keeps building
You tore it down for your gain
Time bore trust stripped away
Words wrought forth truth’s decay
Pure disgust here to stay
I watched it all fall down
Silence is all I want from you
I can feel the hate
Build
In the back
The back of my throat
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022